The moment Delaney got the news, she came into the valley like a storm, her rage a palpable force. She burst through the door, her eyes blazing with a mixture of fear and fury. "What in the Goddess's name were you thinking?" she roared, her voice echoing in the small, makeshift clinic I had set up. She took in the scene—the rows of nervous, sick wolves, the weary doctors, and me, standing at the center of it all. "You can't be here, please, come back with me now." Her voice softened into a desperate plea, but the look in her eyes was a clear warning. She would drag me back to the packhouse herself if she had to.
I met her gaze, my arms crossed over my chest, a newfound resolve hardening my stance. "I'm staying here," I announced, my voice leaving no room for argument. "These people need m
